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One of my favorite summer pleasures is reading mystery novels. I confess to a weakness for particular tropes: famous writers as detectives, historical novels with narrators who both reflect and question the times in which they live, unreliable narrators, female detectives, and anything involving epidemic disease, particularly plague. In the last week or so, I’ve read a quartet of mysteries that I can comfortably recommend to readers with similar interests.

Light in Shadows
moves between two timelines: one during the life of bad-boy painter Michelangelo
Merisi da Caravaggio, whose career crossed from the late 1500s to the early
1600s; the other set in the present day and featuring an unlikely trio of
characters—an art history student, a gay son from a mafia family, and a retired
professor taking classes in Italy while mourning his wife’s death—trying to
solve the murder of a priest who may, or may not, have discovered an unknown
Caravaggio painting. Caravaggio comes across as a fascinating, but not very
pleasant man, which concurs with the little I know about his life. These
chapters are action-packed, but the real heart of the novel lies in the trio of
amateur detectives negotiating very difficult relationships with themselves and
with one another. Discovering whether the painting is a Caravaggio becomes much less important than seeing how the
connections among these three develop.

Season of Darkness features Charles Dickens and Wilkie Collins as the sleuthing team, aided—or not—by housemaid Sesina, who was friends with the murder victim at the heart of the story. Dickens and Collins are an effective pair, the one much more self-assured than the other, which gives them an interesting mix of dissimilar strengths. The author sets enough false trails to keep readers guessing until the fast-paced ending. The depiction of the class divides in English society at the time, particularly the rather condescending “generosity” of some in the upper classes gives readers something to mull over after the mystery is solved.

In Black Death our
sleuth is Christopher Marlowe, playwright and intelligencer. Robert Greene, a
competitor and enemy since their college days, has died after penning a letter
to Marlowe claiming he is being murdered and asking Marlowe to bring the killer
to justice. From here, the plot grows increasingly complex, with two other
possible murders, an epidemic of plague, a subplot set in Bedlam, and both an unscrupulous
plague doctor with apprentices and the great alchemist John Dee. Shakespeare—a
not particularly bright, not particularly gifted Shakespeare—provides moments
of comedy within the action. And, oh yes, there’s a bear. If you have any
interest in Tudor history or drama you’ll be delighted with this read that
pulls in many of the eras key characters and concerns.

I’ve been reading the Tom Harper series, set in late 19th
Century Leeds, since its inception, and it continues to reward. In The Leaden Heart, Harper is now a Detective
Superintendent; Leeds remains a grimy, industrial city with a significant
wealth gap. When the brother of a former colleague commits suicide, Harper
finds that a new kind of crime, involving complex financial dealings, is stretching
the skills of his station house. Meanwhile, Harper’s wife Annabelle continues
to serve as a poor law commissioner, simultaneously struggling against the
mistreatment of the city’s poorest residents while battling with the misogyny of
the other commissioners, all of whom are men determined to reject any idea
proposed by a woman.

Here are this week’s Issues/Addresses write-ups. Remember—we don’t have to agree on everything. Use the parts of this list that speak to you and ignore those that don’t. Democracy isn’t an exercise in lock-step marching.